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(Aahoo hoo hoo)
Brace yourself
Brace yourself
(Whoo hoo hoo)

Your last chance,
last summer,
your last dance,
beating your own drummer.
Go out fighting.
Go out young.
A flash of lighting.
Brace yourself.
(2x)

Brace yourself, brace yourself.
Brace yourself, brace yourself.

(Brace yourself for the grand finale!)

Your last chance, last summer, your last dance, beating your own drummer.
Go out fighting.
Go out young.
A flash of lighting.
Brace yourself.

Brace yourself,
brace yourself.

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(Verse)
My clothes and all my makeup smeared
I’m looking crazy
Got numbers on my hand
I’m such a freaking lady
My mouth is dry
I’m feeling kinda grimmy
‘Cause I got this sign open to remind me

(Chorus)
Oh what a night,oh what a night
Straight shots of Patrone and a slice of lime
And I got myself too drunk to drive
Oh what a night
I left my car parked at the club
Woke up in the morning can’t find my truck
I barely made it home alive
Oh what a night

(Verse)
My rommie says I bought the club a round on my tab
And I was so far gone she had to call me again
But I won’t let nobody tell me nothing
‘Cause all in all I had that party rocking

(Chorus)
Oh what a night,oh what a night
Straight shots of Patrone and a slice of lime
And I got myself too drunk to drive
Oh what a night
I left my car parked at the club
Woke up in the morning can’t find my truck
I barely made it home alive
Oh what a night

(Verse)
Well maybe I was trippin’
Just a little who am I?
Kidding, hanging with the boys too long
And I quit sipping
Look at me buying bottles
It’s for my team
I don’t do it for the models shit
I still remember hanging at the bar
Hoping I could get a drink or two
From a player or a star
And now I got my money in the ballas
I’ll take your number but I’ll probably never call you ’cause
Baby, I’m a lil’ bit buzzed
And right now you look good in this club
But it could be a whole ‘nother side
When they turn on the light,
They turn on the light

(Chorus x2)
Oh what a night,oh what a night
Straight shots of Patrone and a slice of lime
And I got myself too drunk to drive
Oh what a night
I left my car parked at the club
Woke up in the morning can’t find my truck
I barely made it home alive
Oh what a night

(Outro)
I hate to be a quitter,
But I’m thinking ’bout my liver
And the liquour that I give it
Is gonna kill me even quicker
And I’m already a natural disaster
Don’t need nothing to be taking me no faster
I really gotta go and see my pastor
What a night

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Miriam
That’s such a pretty name
I’m gonna say it when
I make you cry

Miriam
You know you done me wrong
I’m gonna smile when
You say goodbye

Now I’m not the jealous type
Never been the killing kind
But you know I know what you did
So don’t put up a fight

Miriam
When you were having fun
In my big pretty house
Did you think twice?

Miriam
Was it a game to you?
Was it a game to him?
Don’t tell me lies

I know he said it’s not your fault
But I don’t believe that’s true
I’ve punished him from ear to ear
Now I’ve saved the best for you

And I’m trying not to hurt you
‘Cause you might not be that bad
But it takes a lot to make me go this mad

Oh Miriam
That’s such a pretty name
And I’ll keep saying it
Until you die

Miriam
You know you done me wrong
I’m gonna smile when
You say goodbye

You know you done me wrong
I’m gonna smile when
I take your life
Mmm, mmm, mmm

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Mustard on the beat ho
We in the club shit’s packed
If it ain’t Roset then we send that shit back
Roll it up, we smoke back to back
Don’t act up in here homie you don’t want that – ahh
This the song for the real niggas
Ay this the song for the real niggas
Ay this the song for the real niggas
Ay what it do, where you from, do your thang ahh
Hermez belt cost $650
If your girl look then your girl leave with me
Niggas lookin’, but they don’t want no issues
Cuz for the right price we can make your homies miss you
Now I’m ballin’, ballin’ like a muh f*cka
P-I-M-P and you just a hand cuffa
Ferrari, drop top, rap – rap game got it in a head lock
I keep 7 grams in a blunt
Keep another shorty on the side just in case she front
Keep my shades on, swagger alright
Bitches be f*uckin’ I ain’t got all night
What it do
We in the club shit’s packed
If it ain’t Roset then we sent that shit back
Roll it up, we smoke back to back
Don’t act up in here homie you don’t want that – ahh
This the song for the real niggas
Ay this the song for the real niggas
Ay this the song for the real niggas
Ay what it do, where you from, do your thang ahh
Where my bad bitches, where they at
Get behind that ass quarterback snap
We in the club and my niggas don’t know how to act
White tees, Levi’s and a snap back
Niggas hatin’ in the club, better stop that
So much cash you’d a think a nigga sold crack

Milli on my wrist got your girl on my dick
Young Money Cash Money nigga we the shit
Tell, tell the DJ bring it back one time
Cuz the crowd go crazy when they hear the bassline
They gon’ bump it on the block, bang it in the street
Hey you know it’s a hit as long as Mustard’s on the beat
Now where we at
We in the club shit’s packed
If it ain’t Roset then we sent that shit back
Roll it up, we smoke back to back
Don’t act up in here homie you don’t want that – ahh
This the song for the real niggas
Ay this the song for the real niggas
Ay this the song for the real niggas
Ay what it do, where you from, do your thang ahh
You a lion, you a lion, ain’t nobody f*ckin’ witchu you a lion
You a lion, you a lion, ain’t nobody f*ckin’ witchu you a lion
Where my bad bitches, where they at
Get behind that ass quarterback snap
Where my bad bitches, where they at
Get behind that ass quarterback snap
We in the club shit’s packed
If it ain’t Roset then we sent that shit back
Roll it up, we smoke back to back
Don’t act up in here homie you don’t want that – ahh
This the song for the real niggas
Ay this the song for the real niggas
Ay this the song for the real niggas
Ay what it do, where you from, do your thang ahh
Yeah
Yeah
Guess who’s back
With YMCMB
Ay good lookin’ big homie
Appreciate it

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Ahh oh yeah
I see the spotlight in my dreams
I just wanna reach out
Find out what it’s all about
I’ll have to turn in with
All leards of a different feather
Where they were together

No matter what may happend in our lifes
You are you, and I am I
I wanna rule the world
You wanna wake it up
But we’re here for eachother
No matter what (what what what what)

Like fire to the plane
Like water to the rain
Like blue to the sky
You and I will stick it up for eachother
It’s our time

Nothing’s gonna break us apart
We’ll always gonna shine in the dark
Wherever we go, wherever we are
We’ll always be like
Two halfs of the same heart
Same heart

Standing of the top of the world
Everything is magic
You know that we have it
Even though we’re two different girls
You know it’s okay
Time to celebrate, yeah

It’s the greatest moment of our lifes
You are you, and I am I
I wanna rule the world
You wanna wake it up
But we’re here for eachother
No matter what (what what what what)

Like fire to the plane (fire to the plane)
Like water to the rain (water to the rain)
Like blue to the sky
You and I will stick it up for eachother
It’s our time (our time)

Nothing’s gonna break us apart (break us apart)
We’ll always gonna shine in the dark
Wherever we go, wherever we are
We’ll always be like
Two halfs of the same heart
Same heart
Shine in the dark

Let’s go girl, let’s go girl
Hey hey hey

Like fire to the plane
Like water to the rain
Like blue to the sky
You and I will stick it up for eachother
It’s our time

Nothing’s gonna break us apart (break us apart)
We’ll always gonna shine in the dark
Wherever we go, wherever we are
We’ll always be like
Two halfs of the same heart
Same heart

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Same heart

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Hey man, hey man you know what I’m saying
I told these niggas a thousand times if I ain’t told em once man
ain’t nothing gonna stop me show em the mother fucking the flat line you understand that?
as long as a breath in my body, and my heart still beating my chest pardon
I’ma still begin this suffer nigga hate, you understand?
of I old you who won’t like it, you got two options
leave with it a dime from you
I need to go and find you a real tall building
or a nice pretty bridge and take a lead homes
’cause that’s all, that’s the solution I got for you
if you think I’m gonna ease up
yes, is that your mother fucking mine partner,
if you think I’ma slow down
then your ass is that your mother fuckin mine partner
if you think I’ma do anything yeah that’s precise for what I’ve been doing for the past 90year
you got me fucked up homes
so I ain’t gonna tell you no more
I’ma let man key do it for me
ay man, run this shit

MLK

Who would reach it, who would reach it, I I I I

Chorus:
Hey I’m rounding round with my lights on, you broke way
top down with my shades on, you AK
right beside me so don’t do it, you try me
and I’m gonna do it tell me do you wanna guide me, oh well,
SO what, fuck it, fuck it, so what
fuck it, so what, fuck it, fuck it, so what, oh well
fuck it, sO what, fuck it, fuck it so what,
fuck it, so what, fuck it, fuck it so what

I’m rounding round, my lights on, my top down, my nights on
my white teeth, my AKB side me don’t get wrong
we won’t take no shit hoe, and brought day we..
then bro say I’m old there I hit that they call back
pocket full them clothes stacks
my home boys we mow rats
he Gucci, he Louie, he Ermies by all that
I pull up then have bout here whole shout
you saw that that’s TI and he fly
if not what you call that
still big bang can’t foll it up,
hundred pound to the loud can’t roll it up
couple Hollywood bitch get em foll to fuck
real nigga can’t help but notice up
we cool the shit weed up the fuck
you approaching us, you know what
you don’t give a fuck about your life
why should I, so what?

[Chorus:]

Hey what you know about me
zippin on that I’m on
and out of money I see
from out of places I’ve gone
OG’s call me your G and I’m your nigga why do you think
’cause I’ve been putting that work
and I’m movin up my ring
AK with me I ain’t plan you get shot if you don’t
no chopper spring bloss a blazzin fuck around if you won’t
don’t you know I’m still on bank here to the seat go on big blow
my wrist right in high way clip full of them hot thing
seat belt in my AK nigga try me in this main day
don’t go down no plane crest and fur no his lane male
you think ’cause I’m famous I won’t grab that bank up
pull one in the chain but then let go
hey let’s go

[Chorus:]

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Bang
bang
bang

Saving money nigga will you don’t act
say you block slow I could come and snow that
they put that pistol to your head if you owe that
they gonna be where you stay got your car low Jack
that gin in the wine glass couple throwin back
I just do the wine I don’t never do the yet
through the side door we don’t never do the pet
unless it’s project all my niggas play that
you need to van the wine you ain’t gotta say jet
my pocket is fat joe all I gotta do is lane back
a hundred grand in twenties have you ever seen that
I’ll see a nigga really you when you say I’ma be bad

Chorus:
That’s how it go where I’m from
them niggas stupid they go dumb
better keep your pistol where I’m from
’cause you don’t wanna get cop where I want
That’s how it go where I’m from
them niggas stupid they go dumb
better keep your pistol where I’m from
’cause you don’t wanna get cop where I want

Uh this bitch screaming I’m real
but what them blow up on a man feel
I’m from a little town where the crime real
no funny money off that white this ain’t sign feel
real house full of drop off,
I let you bomb niggas get the knock off
precise and only time you get the shot off
and that be in the real game get my crisp poll off
oh that’s all point nigga GP, rain man Aly, you old school TV
and if you’re talking coke God have better lines
made that white girl pop babies Kevin Federline

Chorus:
That’s how it go where I’m from
them niggas stupid they go dumb
better keep your pistol where I’m from
’cause you don’t wanna get cop where I want
That’s how it go where I’m from
them niggas stupid they go dumb
better keep your pistol where I’m from
’cause you don’t wanna get cop where I want

That’s the jungle nigga I ain’t gonna lie
or some real shit, I had to take it back a little bit
you know what I’m sayin
the shit that I grew up of
and probably the shit you grew up of my nigga
that 50cent get over run
yeah nigga
that was my shit
and that’s what I’m on, oh

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